Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“That’s it, slut. Grip my cock with that tight cunt,” I groan. “You’re gonna come around it, aren’t you whore? You gonna soak my dick with your cunt? Fuck. Alaric. You need to fuck this cunt. We have to stretch her out as part of her training. Maybe we should shove as many dicks in this slutty cunt as possible.”
I gaze down at Ella, and instead of being horrified or outraged, her eyes are closed in bliss as she sucks Asher’s cock like a damn hoover. Ella wants this. She wants it all. That thought has my balls tightening, and I pull out of Asher’s asshole, unleashing a flood of cum all over her face right as Asher fills her mouth.
Ella starts to pull away from the rush of cum attacking her, but I grip her head and hold her down. “You wanted this, Princess, so put your money where your mouth is.”
“Fuck, Sis. This sexy little cunt is milking me dry,” River groans as he and Ella shake. He pulls out of her and dips his fingers into her cunt, lifting a glob of his cum and licking it off his finger. “Cum tastes so much better dripping from your cunt.”
River kneels, and I watch as he and Asher work on her pussy with their mouths. “You want a taste, Alaric?”
I don’t respond, not wanting to admit that I need to taste her like a dehydrated man who craves water in the heat of the Arabian desert.
River smirks, his face glistening, his mouth full. He rises and walks over to me, placing his lips on mine. He pushes his cum covered tongue into my mouth, and we devour the flavor of his and Ella’s cum until I’m hooked.
Ella’s mouth slips from Asher’s cock and she collapses on him, screaming as another orgasm rocks her body.
“Look at her, Alaric,” River says. “Such a perfect little whore. So responsive to her big brothers. That’s it, Sis. Give Asher more.”
I tug her hair as she attempts to get up, forcing her back. “Where are you going, Princess?”
“To clean my face,” she mumbles.
I shake my head. “No, you’re not. Looking like a whore is part of the package. You don’t think Celeste will allow you any dignity, do you?”
“Go get the leash, Asher,” River demands.
Chapter Ten
Asher
Ella blinks at me as cum drips from her long dark lashes. She doesn’t say a word as I clip the collar with “slut” written boldly on it around her neck and fasten the metal leash.
Leashes break people down, and I’ve never cared if they enjoyed themselves. I was only interested in Celeste’s approval. The crueler I was with her new toys, the more she approved. Her praise was all that drove me.
Until Ella.
Now, I finally grasp how fucked up Celeste’s hold over me was.
Love doesn’t require you to construct acts of cruelty. Love is unconditional.
My hands shake as I recall Ella’s words. How she’s helped me break down the damage Celeste has done. Where Celeste stripped me of my humanity, Ella has done everything in her power to show me I’m not worthless.
I move closer, my lips at the shell of her ear. “When this is all over, I’ll buy you a pretty diamond choker. I promise to wipe all this away or die trying.”
Ella smiles at me. She reaches for my face and caresses my cheek. “I will hold nothing you do out there against you. I trust you.”
An ache I don’t recognize pierces my heart, but it doesn’t bring pain. It brings hope. “It’s going to be brutal, Ella.”
“I trust you. Please don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”
Her grace knows no bounds. I’m about to show her the ugliest parts of me, yet she’s still here, my willing victim, absolving me of the horrors I’m about to unleash.
Bending, I place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Get in character, Asher,” Alaric barks, his tone annoyed and domineering.
I tug on Ella’s leash, forcing her to crawl on the floor behind me like an obedient dog. I saunter ahead, Ella trailing behind me while the guys form the tail end as we head to the dining room.
There Celeste sits, the evil queen perched on her throne. The second she sees us, she beams. I resist the habitual urge to feel good about her conniving recognition of my existence, a knee-jerk reaction I’ve been conditioned to bask in for most of my life. Picture her decapitated head as the centerpiece of this table.
“Good boy, River,” Celeste says. She tilts her head to get a better view of Ella, naked, with her face covered in cum. “Looks like you boys have already started your handiwork.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, hating the words I’m forced to utter. “The bitch was getting out of hand, so we had to put her in her place.” I tug at Ella’s leash, and she stumbles forward.